The Best of a Bad Situation (BoBS for short)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, OR ANYTHING IN THE POTTERVERSE. THAT IS NATURALLY ALL OWNED BY JKR. ALL I CAN OWN UP TO IS THE UNREALISITIC FANTASY OF IMAGINING MYSELF AS HARRY, IN THE MIDDLE OF A GRYFFINDOR GIRL SANDWHICH...

WHICH WILL OF COURSE TAKE PLACE IN THIS FIC. HOPE YOU ENJOY. -ROSS


The Best of a Bad Situation

Chapter 1: Hermione Help!


“Hermione, open up! Are you there? I need your help!”

Harry Potter was not having a good day. It was the first weekend back at school, and already he’d been bogged down with homework, was informed his Quidditch ban couldn’t be reversed by anyone other than Minister Fudge, his Firebolt had gone missing from the dungeons, and now one of Ron’s prank ideas had gone horribly wrong, and his whole dorm room smelled like dungbombs.

To make matters worse, because parents of students had wanted to pull their kids from school now that they knew Voldemort was indeed back like Harry had claimed the previous year, Dumbledore had been forced to put in place strict extra precautions to ensure the students’ safety. No longer were students allowed out of their common rooms after 8 pm, they had to be in their dorm rooms by 9:00, and all the portraits and doors were sealed shut until morning to make sure the more rambunctious students couldn’t break the rules.

According to Harry’s watch, it was already 8:30, which meant that he had less than half an hour to find Hermione, explain to her the situation, see if she knew of a spell to counter the God-awful smell, and race back to his dorm room before he got locked out for the night, so he could attempt the spell himself and perhaps get a few hours of decent sleep.

How this had become his responsibility, Harry hadn’t a clue. It was Ron’s stupid dungbombs after all that had malfunctioned, and it had had been his idea to set them off within the confines of Dean’s four poster bed. Shouldn’t Ron have had to hunt down Hermione? Still, the argument that Harry should find her (because she’d been upset at Ron for copying her notes days ago) had seemed convincing at the time, and Harry didn’t give it much thought as he just wanted to get away from the foul smell.

Which is how Harry found himself outside the Gryffindor girls’ sixth year dorm room, banging with his first.

“Hermione, open up! I really need to talk to you, quick!”

“Hold on,” Harry heard a muffled voice through the thick door, “we’re not dressed properly.

It was another minute before the door finally opened, and Lavender was the one to greet him.

“Can I help you, Harry? You’re not supposed to be here you know.”

Not having the patience to deal with the ditzy girl right now, Harry pushed his way past her, and found Hermione sitting on her bed in a dressing robe, flipping through a book.

“Hermione, thank Merlin I found you! Ron’s set off a ton of dungbombs in our dorm, and it smells bloody awful. But because of the new spells sealing the windows shut, we can’t air the room out. Do you know of anything that can get the job done?”

Putting the book down, Hermione glared up at him. “Well hello to you too, Harry. Yes, please come in; make yourself at home. Shove Lavender out of the way while you’re at it. You’re not supposed to be up here. This is a girl’s dorm. How’d you make it up the stairs anyway? They’re supposed to turn into a sled when a boy walks on them.”

Not being able to help himself, Harry smiled and said, “I apparated to your doorstep. I never even set foot on your stairs. Now please, can you help?”

“It’s not possible to apparate inside of Hogwarts and you know that Harry,” Hermione tsked, “even if you did know how to apparate. Never mind; what’s the problem again?”

Keeping his eye on his watch, Harry again explained the problem, this time being extra polite to all three girls. Lavender and Parvati were both on Pavarti’s bed, talking in quiet giggles. They too were in their dressing gowns, and Harry figured they all must have thrown them on when he had knocked on the door. Harry was still dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, with slipper on his feet. He hadn’t gotten dressed for bed yet, because he’d been in such a hurry to find Hermione.

“I don’t know, Harry. I think I remember reading about an air-freshening charm somewhere in one of my books, but I don’t remember which one. Can you wait while I look?”

Noticing that he still had 17 minutes until the doors would lock, Harry said he could, although he asked her to hurry. Hermione’s personal bookcase was legendary at Hogwarts, and after seeing it in person, Harry wasn’t hopeful she’d find the right book on time.

While Hermione was paging through a blue colored text, Harry turned his attention to Parvati and Lavender, not wanting to disturb his studious friend.

“So what are you three doing tonight? I didn’t see any of you in the common room earlier, and you’re already dressed for bed. Isn’t it a bit early for sleep?”

“We’re not going to sleep, silly,” Parvati informed him. “It’s girls night! We do this every year, first Friday night we’re back. We do each other’s hair, paint each other’s nails, talk about boys; you know. After a whole summer away, there’s tons of juicy gossip to trade.”

Harry was surprised, and turned his head. “Hermione, I never figured you for the gossiping type. I didn’t know you did this kind of stuff?”

Parvati and Lavender giggled to each other, and Hermione looked up from the book on her lap and smiled. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know Harry Potter. You and Ron are guys, and there’s some stuff I just can’t tell you. Jealous?” She teased.

“No,” Harry answered, “just intrigued. Kind of makes a guy wonder. Girls having a pajama party and swapping boy stories is the kind of cheap scene guys dream about.” As Lavender and Parvati continued to giggle, Hermione blushed and turned back to her book. Score one for Harry! Hermione wasn’t the only one who could tease.

Just then the door burst open, and a red-haired blur shot through the open doorway straight to Parvati’s bed.

“I got it! Are we ready? I’ve been looking forward to tonight the whole week.” Harry almost didn’t recognize Ginny Weasley until after she stopped talking. Unlike the others, she wasn’t expecting a guy in the room, and was only wearing a nightshirt. A very thin, short nightshirt. Harry swallowed hard at the thought.

“Ginny, we can’t start yet; we have some uninvited company just now.” Lavender pointed over Ginny’s shoulder towards Hermione’s bed, and the girl’s brown eyes shot open like saucers once she saw Harry.

“Eeep,” she shrieked. Not having a dressing gown to throw on, and not being able to grab the blanket Lavender and Parvati’s were hiding behind their back, Ginny had to settle with uncomfortably displaying her nightclothes to Harry.

“Harry, what are you doing here? You could get in trouble.”

“Nice to see you to, Gin. And what lovely parts of you I see indeed.” This time even Hermione joined in with the others’ laughing, as Ginny’s whole body turned the famous Weasley red. “Sorry to surprise you, but your idiot brother set off an entire pack of dungbombs in the dorm. I came to ask Hermione if she knew how to get rid of the smell.”

Looking at his watch again, Harry saw that he still had 13 minutes, and Hermione hadn’t come any closer to finding the right text. He sure hoped she found it soon.

“What are you doing here?” Harry directed to Ginny. “This isn’t your dorm room.”

“We’re initiating her tonight, Harry,” Parvati explained. “Her roommates are boring, and she’s always complaining she never has fun with them. So we invited her to our girl’s night; for some proper fun. So, you got the stuff Ginny? You didn’t get caught?”

“What stuff?” Harry asked.

“This stuff,” Ginny answered. Then for the first time, Harry noticed the full bottle of alcohol she held in her hands. Harry didn’t know a lot about booze (that was Seamus’s department), but he did recognize the word “vodka,” and that that was a muggle liquor, not a wizard one.

“She snuck out right before 8:00 to meet her brothers, who brought her some booze from town in a secret passage,” Lavender said. “We’re going to get drunk!”

Ginny and Parvati laughed at the girl’s eagerness, and after another look at his watch, Harry saw he only had 8 minutes left.

“Hermione, I really need to be getting back. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your lady’s night, after all. Any luck yet?”

“Almost Harry,” she said. “It’s got to be in one of these last books.” Looking at her bedspread, Harry saw there were at least ten volumes left unopened. It was going to be close.

Harry talked a bit more with the other girls, and Ginny warmed up to Harry being in the room. At least, she seemed to, because she stopped trying to hide herself. Her night shirt wasn’t all that revealing, considering what he knew muggle girls to often wear. It might be thin and only knee-length, but it wasn’t sheer or sleeveless, as it could very well of been. Harry had caught Dudley watching some questionable movies late at night once, and in them the girls had worn very little to bed.

“So should we start now, or wait for Harry to leave?” Parvati asked. “Come on Ginny, tell us all about kissing Michael. Is he a good snog?”

Lavender laughed so hard her eyes started to water at the extreme embarrassment Ginny was showing. She muttered a quiet “Shut up!” in her defense, but the weak delivery ruined the comeback.

“Oh leave Ginny alone, Parvati,” Hermione said from her bed. “You’re just curious because Michael Corner is like the one boy in Hogwarts you haven’t snogged yourself. I’d be more embarrassed about snogging Malfoy if I were you.”

“Ewww,” Harry revolted. “You kissed Malfoy? What were you thinking?”

“Well,” Parvati said, trying to defend herself, “he’s become very sexy this past year. It was a disappointment though; like kissing a wet blanket. He just wanted to grope me, and when I wouldn’t let him, and had to ask him to stop biting my lip, he got upset and left.”

“He bit your lip too?” Lavender asked. “Merlin, I thought it was only me. It was like he hadn’t eaten dinner or something!”

“You too?” Harry was amazed, and slightly disgusted, that they had both kissed Malfoy of all people. Harry rather thought he’d prefer to snog Filch.

“Of course Harry,” Lavender giggled. As if to emphasize her point, she threw her arms around Parvati’s neck, and nuzzled close to her check. “Don’t you know by now that Parvati and I do everything together?”

Harry gulped, as the girls got real close. “Everything?” He asked. He knew they were just playing with him, but it still made his blood boil.

Ginny caught onto the idea, and started to stroke Parvati’s arms through her dressing gown in a not-so-innocent way. “Everything, Harry. They’ve just begun to teach me too.”

Harry felt like pulling at his collar, but was saved by Hermione. Another look at his watch told him he had less than six minutes to get back inside his dorm room for the night, or he’d be sleeping on the common room couch.

“Here you go Harry,” she said, brandishing three large books. “I didn’t have time to find the spell, but I’m positive it’s in one of these three. You’ll have to look around for it, but it should only take another few minutes. It’s not a hard spell though, from what I remember, so you shouldn’t have any problem casting it. Just give me the books back in the morning.”

“Thanks Hermione, you’re a life saver.” Harry was so thankfully, he gave her a large hug and a kiss on the check before taking the books from her hands, and heading for the door. “You all have fun with your ladies night, and all that. If you take any pictures, I have dibs on seeing them first.”

“You wish!” Ginny threw a pillow at Harry as the others laughed, and he caught it and flung it back to her.

It was only a few short steps to the door, and soon Harry had the knob in his hands, about to exit. The only problem though, was that the door wouldn’t open.

“Ahhh, girls?” Harry’s voice was a few notes high as he called over his shoulder to them. “Do you have some sort of lock on your door that I don’t know about?”

Parvati and Lavender sucked in huge breaths as Hermione answered, “No, just the standard one. Why?”

“Because the door isn’t opening!” Harry had been so worried about getting back into his own room before the curfew, that he completely forgot about the possibility of being locked in with the girls. Looking at his watch again, he was confused as he saw he still had over four minutes left.

Hermione had looked at her own watch by then, and didn’t look pleased. “Harry! It’s 9:03! You’re too late, it’s already past curfew! I thought you were keeping an eye on the time?”

“I was!” Harry yelled back. He was going to get in so much trouble for this. “Your watch must be wrong, because mine still says that I’ve got time left. This thing is supposed to be accurate for ages. I just bought it this summer!”

“What?” Harry didn’t know what Hermione was so shocked about, but marched over to Harry, and practically yanked his arm off while examining his watch. All this time the other three girls were watching with rapt attention, as the show was almost better then muggle telly.

“Harry, you dolt! This is a digital watch.”

“So?” Harry asked. “It was one of the best kind the store had. It cost a hundred pounds! What does that matter?”

“Because you idiot, it’s run off a battery! Electricity doesn’t work at Hogwarts; magic interferes with it. This watch is running slow, and has probably been losing a minute a day ever since school started. Don’t you know if you have to wear a muggle watch at Hogwarts, you need a winding one?”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” Harry was angry now. Not only because he was locked in for the night, but because his expensive watch was virtually useless at school.

“Don’t play coy, Harry,” Lavender smiled. “You probably planned all this on to happen. A lot of guys would love to trade spaces with you, you know? Trapped for the night with four scantily clad-girls.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Harry said. Although he could surely see the benefits, he was cranky and tired from such a rough week, and wanted nothing more at the moment to climb into his dungbomb-free smelling bed and fall into a blissfully ignorant sleep. He could try to explain how crumby he felt to the girls, but only Hermione and Ginny might believe him. And egged on by the others, most likely not.

“So what do we do know?” Hermione asked. “The wards are unbreakable, and won’t open until morning. We could always send an owl to Professor McGonagall to come open them, but I don’t think she’d be pleased to find Harry here.”

“He’ll just have to stay then,” Ginny said. “I’ve been waiting for tonight for too long to get in trouble now. Especially since McGonagall will find the vodka if she shows up. He’ll just have to be one of the girls tonight. We can even call him Harriet! I trust him enough not to do anything indecent with us.”

“Unless we want him to,” Parvati muttered.

“Parvati,” Harry admitted while blushing, “I totally heard that.”

“You were supposed to,” she smiled saucily.

“I don’t know about this,” Hermione was thinking. “It’s not that I don’t trust you Harry. But if Ginny and the girls are going to carry on, things could get out of control. You know how they get, and that’s not even taking into consideration the alcohol.”

“Well, I don’t know what to do,” Harry admitted. “I just want to fall asleep. Maybe I could sleep in the bathroom or something, and give you all privacy.”

“You can’t sleep on the cold stone floor in there, silly. No, we’ll give you Hermione’s bed, and the rest of us will bunk up.”

“Don’t I get a say in that?” Hermione asked.

“Don’t worry Hermione,” Parvati teased. “We don’t bite.”

Ginny couldn’t help but snap her teeth at Lavender, and added on, “…much.”

“Well, I don’t suppose there’s an alternative then. But Harry, no one can know that you were here tonight. We could all get in a lot of trouble, and I don’t want to jeopardize my Head Girl opportunity next year. Mum’s the word about all of this, right?”

“Like anyone would believe me anyway,” Harry joked. Ginny and the others laughed, but Hermione’s scowl wasn’t amused. “Okay Herm, I promise! I’ll be out of here at first light, and I’ll tell everyone I got trapped in the common room all night. It’s happened to others before, so no one will think otherwise.”

“It’s settled then,” Ginny jumped up and popped the cork on the vodka. “Let ladies night begin!”

Even Hermione joined in the giggles this time, and Harry just rolled his eyes.

“Pass the bottle, please,” he asked, “I need a drink.” It was going to be a very interesting night for Harry Potter, and the night had just begun. Trapped in a room with four girls and a bottle of vodka, he supposed the only thing to do was make the best of a bad situation.

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AN: Hello everyone! Any fans of mine will no doubt be shocked that I've stooped so low to publish smut; but what can I say? After a few small ficlets I wrote in response to challenges, I got the bug, and the idea for this fic wouldn't get out of my head. It won't be nearly as long or detailed as "PoT," but it won't be PWP either. I've read some stories on this site before, and very few fics attempts to actually write complete sentences, let alone complete stories. This will be about 10 chapters, each as long as this first one, and will have a lot of fun stuff. Truth and Dare, Strip Poker; you get the idea. It will get wild and dirty though, but only after a slow, teasing, build up of anticipation. I couldn't very well have Ginny and Ron in the same room (I'm not into reading incest), so please excuse me for using just Harry and the girls. But with the sheer amount of slash on this site and others, I don't feel guilty about writing a "Harry sandwich." Please let me know what you think, and if I should continue. It's entirely possible I'll loose interest after a few chapters, and if I don't see people responding, I won't feel bad about abandoning this fic. My main goal is still writing "PoT," so this will have to remain a sick hobby of mine when I get tired of writing that one. I hope you all enjoy it. Stop by my Yahoo group too to tell me what you think. Later!

Ross

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